The Elixir

I hold right here in my grimy little hands The tiniest of vials A magic elixir to cure all your ills Guaranteed to bring you a smile It has the finest of all ingredients Ever concocted poured into it From Himalayan Buddhist Monks finger nail dust To pure Indian cobra snake spit It'll clean you out of whatever ails you It'll make you want to join the circus so you can eat fire It'll burn the hair out of your ears and put them on your chest Then want to pull them out with industrial pliers It'll cause the old to do somersaults And toddlers to sing gospel hymns This magic elixir I now hold in my hands So step right up my gullible friends ......And Let The Biding Begin